Avarice Lyrics

Barter your angels and gods
Trading the things that you like
Or even love a lot
It's a disease that we've got
It's everything or it's not
I claw my way to the top
And I will never stop
You've got the slits on your wrists
And blasphemy on your lips
You've got my thoughts in your head
And anger on your fists

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

Walking around like I'm dead
Closing my eyes to the hive
Of all the freaks and fans
Feeling the time in my hands
The hours slip through like sand
I'm always looking so good
And always feeling bad

You've got the slits on your wrists
And blasphemy on your lips
You've got my thoughts in your head
And anger on your fists

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

Barter your angels and gods
It's a disease that we've got
It's everything or it's not
And I will never stop

You've got the slits on your wrists
And blasphemy on your lips
You've got my thoughts in your head
And anger on your fists

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God

Let's Play God
Let's Play God
Let's Play God
Let's Play God
Let's Play